The world of Taoism

Chapter 341 Old Friends

Zhou Xuan walked into the crowd.

The people on the side of the road seemed to be under some kind of spiritual suggestion.

Automatically separate a way.

When they reached the edge of the crowd, they suddenly found a statue surrounded by the crowd.

This statue is the White Tiger Marshal whom he has been looking for for a long time.

This statue is lifelike, about half the height of a human being.

There are 4 strong men carrying the sedan chair, and several gongs and drums are beating around.

There were more than a dozen people beside the sedan chair, wearing red turbans with a stick of incense stuck in them, with solemn and solemn expressions.

Amidst the sound of gongs and drums, the statue of the white tiger was carried into a temple.

A man takes a sip of wine and holds incense in his right hand.

flutter!
A sip of wine was sprayed on the incense, and a fire suddenly ignited.

There is a huge brazier in front of the man.

Just as the statue was about to be lifted, the man suddenly lifted his foot and kicked over the brazier.

Burning charcoal spread all over the floor.

The man then walked across the volcano barefoot.

Meet the statue, then walk through the volcano again to place the statue in the temple.

For a while, the sky was full of gongs, drums, and firecrackers.

The man walked through the volcano without incident at all, with a calm demeanor.

Afterwards, the male lead read a prayer.

The prayer is very simple, concise and clear, it is to thank General Baihu for blessing the common people, and the weather is good.

Today, I specially offer incense to worship, in order to thank Marshal Baihu.

The people around were silent, watching everything in front of them.

After the prayer is over, it is the popular part of sharing the pig's head meat.

Then the crowd dispersed, leaving only Zhou Xuan standing there alone.

The man took out a broom and swept the ground.

Suddenly raised his head and saw a person standing in front of him, he was startled, his heart almost jumped out of shock.

The man's eyes were fixed, and just as he was about to say something, his ears moved suddenly.

Then he bowed to Zhou Xuan and said, "Mr. Zhou, please come inside."

The man put down the broom and led the way for Zhou Xuan.

Zhou Xuan smiled slightly, it seemed that he had met a master.

Entering the hall, everything inside is brand new.

It should be a newly built temple, just now is the consecration ceremony.

When the statue was placed in the temple, Zhou Xuan could clearly feel the imprint of an existence in the dark.

Entering the hall, there are various portraits.

Most of them are white tigers. There are white tigers going down the mountain, white tigers catching demons and so on.

All in all, this is equivalent to the propaganda of the White Tiger Marshal.

To advertise how great this guy is is actually what temples do.

A man sat in a seat in the apse.

This man was dressed in a capable linen coat, with sharp eyes and a serious face. He looked about less than 30 years old, and there was a murderous look all over his body.

The whole person seemed to have stepped out of a sea of ​​swords and blood.

Seeing this person, Zhou Xuan immediately smiled and said, "Long time no see."

"Yeah, long time no see, maybe two or three years." The person in front of him was Fu Jian.

I haven't seen him for a few years, and Fu Jian has become much more vicissitudes than before.

His eyes were still as sharp as before, but they didn't have that sharp edge, which added a sense of hostility.

"I wanted to visit you at the beginning, but Lian Hongyu said that you joined the army and then went north. How is the environment there?"

"It's good, but it's a pity that we lost the battle, and only a small number of people escaped back."

A gloomy look flashed across Fu Jian's eyes.

"Only me and Fu Jian are safe and sound. The others who survived are more or less disabled. Basically, this life is over."

A clear voice sounded outside the door.

A man in his 30s with a scar on his face and a beard all over his face, showing a sense of recklessness in Huangshan.

This person is celebrating the Han Festival.

The Han Festival has also become a lot of vicissitudes.

"What's going on? Was your war very tragic? The opponent was strong?" Zhou Xuan said.

"It's not very strong, it's sparse and ordinary."

Wishing the Han Festival to come slowly.

Hearing these words, Zhou Xuan realized the complexity of this war.

It's not as simple as saying that the two sides have set up a formation and each competes according to their own abilities.

Including many other levels of games, contests above the temple.

The current emperor Liu Qi was a man who was extremely good at maneuvering.

When fighting in the northwest at first, the most important purpose was not to destroy those enemies.

In the final analysis, it is to weaken domestic power.

Some frontier generals have shown a trend of being too big to lose.

Not even enemies can match them.

Therefore, the purpose of fighting this battle is actually to weaken the strength of one's own people.

"That's why this good emperor ordered our southern soldiers to go to the cold Western Regions. The weather alone froze a large number of people to death."

A trace of hatred flashed in Zhu Hanjie's eyes.

It is not that the soldiers in the south cannot fight the battles in the north.

At least one piece of warm clothing. .

Can southerners wear the same winter clothes as northerners, especially in Jiangnan, where the winter is not too cold.

The emperor issued a death order, and the surrounding cities seemed to be in good spirits, and no one was willing to give them supplies.

So they went to the battlefield wearing thin clothes, each of them was frozen like a soft-legged shrimp, and some even died suddenly on the spot, without any combat effectiveness.

That's how the shit was beaten.

The emperor was insulting the soldiers.

Wen died to remonstrate with Wu to fight to the death.

If the skills are not as good as others, there is nothing to say about being killed on the battlefield, and you can only blame yourself.

It is an insult to everyone that this conspiracy has allowed a bunch of innocent people to die on the battlefield.

"I see." Zhou Xuan smiled coldly.

No wonder things have taken a turn for the worse over the years.

In this way, it is reasonable to say that the Liu family's world is declining day by day.

The human heart is fleshy.

How could no one know about doing such a thing, and how could it be possible not to feel angry in my heart.

No wonder King Lingwu was able to respond to everything, and it seems that he has a foundation.

It is estimated that warlords in other places have also suffered a lot, and there are also faint signs of restlessness during this period.

For example, in Huizhou next door, after several years of fighting, there are more and more bandits, which obviously supports the bandits' self-respect.

"Forget it, let's not talk about these things." Zhou Xuan waved his hands, saying it sympathetically.

"Longwen Zongjue, this is not what I practiced, you must have found the wrong one."

"Well, let me talk to Marshal Baihu." Zhou Xuan said with a smile.

Fu Jian subconsciously wanted to refuse, his eyes widened, and he looked at Zhou Xuan: "What state are you in now?"

"Above the Yin God."

Fu Jian couldn't believe his ears.

Above the Yin God, isn't he in the same realm as the White Tiger Marshal?
In this way, they are indeed qualified for equal dialogue.

Originally, he was worried that this old friend would offend Marshal Baihu, but now it seems that he was worrying too much.

In this way, he is not afraid of bumping into Marshal Baihu.

"I really didn't expect to grow to such an extent." Fu Jian sighed.

Speaking of which, Fu Jian was a realm higher than Zhou Xuan before.

Just when he wanted to contact Marshal Baihu.

The god uttered an earth-shattering roar
(End of this chapter)